Not twisties

I was craving twisties today, especially chicken ones, after a couple of hours of standing in the cold and rain directing visitors to registration for an open day at uni. That was fine, I had warm clothes and a good podcast to keep me entertained, but I still had that salty craving. So these were the next best thing. Not as good, the texture's all wrong, but they covered the salty badness aspect I required.

But I'm exhausted. The neighbours decided to be rowdy until some horrible time,* I only remembered my earplugs at 2:30am, then woke up 4 or 5 hours later to get up. So time for sleep I think.

*generally they're fine, very considerate, but I couldn't think of anyway to tell them to be quiet without first getting out of bed and second looking like the grumpy old next door lady.